London

Full Circle

-2 months later in Stars Hollow-

The clock read 2:49am. I've been sitting here for the past hour staring at a stick in one hand, and my phone in the other. The stick, also known as a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

I'm going to be a mother.

I leaned over and threw up for the fifth time tonight into the toilet, barely anything coming up, my throat dry. The queasiness, the nausea, the backaches- I thought they were all side effects of the alcohol and the heartache since Logan.

Logan.

I doubled over again, biting back the bile rising in my throat. How could we be this dumb? This stupid? We were distracted by lust, the familiarity and sense of safety of being together. We were drunk. We were reckless. I looked down again at the pregnancy test in my left hand, two defined lines staring me back. In the other hand was my phone, my finger hovering over the call button of the contact I've refused to look at for the past two months.
I threw the two objects to the ground and leaned my head back, letting my hot neck hit the cold bathroom wall tile. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, confused, depressed, terrified. With my mother getting married in three short weeks, I can't tell her now! I hid the test in the box I got it from under the sink surrounded by some of Luke's toiletries, flushed the toilet a couple times and sprayed some air freshener so the bathroom's stench wouldn't give away the biggest secret I've ever kept.
I splashed some cold water on my face, brushed my teeth for the millionth time, took a deep breath, and walked back out to the couch where my spot had been for the night, Paul Anka sound asleep on the floor below me. I crawled carefully into the couch and drew the small blanket as close to me as possible, but even that didn't stop the shaking.
"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm pregnant."